Les Aventures de Rabbi Jacob (The Mad Adventures of Rabbi Jacob) Page #4

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President Slimane?

The minister wants to speak with him.

It is for you, the minister.

Give it to me.

- President?|- Slimane speaking.

The Revolutionary Council has taken over|the power in your country.

They want you to return directly.

- Should I start mentioning the oil?|- That is inappropriate.

- A concorde for him then?|- Not this fast. You'll spoil everything.

Then I'll start with the Alouette.|A careful start.

We'll pick you op|with the newest Alouette.

- Succeeded.|- We have made it.

Slimane, you must be grateful|that I have saved your life.

- Because they...|- Achkoum Fars, president.

Stop this Achkoum...|You have put your money on the wrong camel.

You see that, president?

That's France...|France!

Now it is enough. It has been 2|hours, I can't wait any longer.

- Take away those flowers.|- But reverend...

I have found them.|They are on the way.

- But I soon have a burial.|- That can wait.

Alexandre, Mrs. Markiezin leaves.|Will you please wait?

- They are on the way.|- No, I have already waited for two hours.

- Wasn't it in the Notre Dame?|- Will we get lunch anyway?

- Better luck next time.|- Shut up.

- Mother, father. What now?|- Two hours late.

- Unbelievable.|- Pivert can't be trusted.

What is that?

- What is that, mother?|- Ready!

- I am here, general.|- Pivert.

I am ready.

I am the father of the bride.

- You, rabbi?|- It is a scandal!

I require an explanation.|Two hours late and wearing a disguise.

What now? You also|have a "streimel"?

And you also have these corkscrew curls.

We are there.

That is my wife.

- Mother, stop.|- Shall I drive?

The brakes don't work.

That white smoke comes from the engine.

My boat.

- Was that on purpose?|- My hat.

My boat... Your hat.

I'll just leave.

- Is that necessary?|- Father, mother, not today.

Jacob, there he is.

- Pivert, who are those people?|- Those are my friends, the Schmolls.

I was in the synagogue,|now we go to the church.

- Got you!|- Good.

Imbecile.

Mr president...

May I be the first to congratulate...

- Slimane, you are arrested.|- Me?

- You'll regret this.|- We will see.

- Do you see? I have them in cuffs.|- Release them, imbecile.

Yes sir, mr. minister.

- I'm terribly sorry.|- Ah, it's nothing.

Thank you, officer.|- Officer?

Yes, tomorrow...

My veil. Can I have it?

No.

Antoinette.

Where is she off to now?|Antoinette, come back.

You see that, minister?|He takes her along...

Victor, you can't let her|go along with a... a...

President.|My daughter is marrying a president.

Are you coming to celebrate the|bar mitzvah tonight?

Rabbi Jacob, I must confess something.|I am not Jewish.

Well, nevertheless, you can remain.

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